Walking Down the street

I'm walking down the street.
I need to withdraw money from the bank from my account that I have now.
I need it to pay the rent for the apartment that I have. an account so he can have money for shelter, money for food. A simple job for money. This will keep him occupied.
Maybe something to keep him occupied intensely. A girlfriend, to love, want spend time with quarrel break up make up... ahhh this takes even longer.
Maybe some movement or ideals to .. maybe some kids..
All this coming to the Adam, the clay, the something walking down the street.
Suddenly a life, a distraction, a way to function in this world where one buys food but does not farm or see how it grows.

This is not reality.
I am walking down the street.
nothing else.
Now.... this street, these clothes.... I am moving....
Moving and not moving. If I don't move the earth moves, the universe moves.
I am walking down the street as one moving through the universe, breathing the universe....
ahh.....
I breathe or not... the universe breathes. I move or not, the universe moves.
Don't get hit by that car....
I'm walking down the street.